Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guyana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Danielle Patucci,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
The Techniques,
Main Source,
Sight & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Pantaleimon,
Barrington Levy,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Christie,
DJ Sneak,
a-ha,
Interpol,
Goldenarms,
Suicide,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
La Düsseldorf,
the Association,
Jacob Miller,
Quantec,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City,
Jerry's Kids,
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
The Index,
Icehouse,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
Basic Channel,
Half Japanese,
The Knickerbockers,
Fear,
Roxy Music,
UT,
Easy Going,
Lyres,
Fela Kuti,
the Normal,
Sonic Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.